The Rabbit and the Snake

She picked up her cat and it purred loudly against her. Thankgoodness her cat was alright.

"Ma'am, can you provide us a discription of who broke into your house?" The police asked her as she gave her cat a treat.
 
Zack was working at the bar. The place was busy tonight and everyone there knew him as Z or Snake.

"Hey, Snake! Look here man, got us a couple of blondes! After work, we should totally hit that! Just look at 'em!" said one of Zack's friends excitedly.

Zack just smiled. His friend Cody was always so eager to go after the blondes, but what was so special about them anyway. It's not like they had anything besides a nice rack... Which wasn't exactly what Zack looked for in a woman. He actually liked them flat chested with a decent sized backside to make up for anything, but he had yet to find someone like that. He sighed nodding in defeat. Zack needed to blow off some steam so why not. On top of that, he really needed some food. A hamburger would have to suffice for tonight or nice bloody steak. Those were always good.
 
She let her cat up onto her lap as and stroked the fur as she described to the two officers what the man had looked like. She had also told him what he had said before he left, shuddering at the thought of him killing her without a rhym or reason. Her cat purred loudly as she stroked the soft fur, lazily watching the two officers make notes and try and decide what to do.
 
This evening was very slow and when Zack arrived home he nearly slumped down on his bed. It was late and he had not eaten yet. This was just not his night. Though he was not in the least bit bothered by the girl's idea to call the police. He laughed to himself thinking that she didn't even know that he lived right next door. Zack was also doubtful that police even believed what she said. It was quite outrageous. Eventually Zack went to sleep with a smile on his thinking of a different in which to go about this sudden turn of events.
 
The deputy sketched up the man she described. When he showed her the sketch, she briefly wished that she could draw half as good before nodding. "Yes. That's him." She muttered. After a few more questions they left, leaving her alone once again in her house.
 
Zack was still asleep in his house when he heard a noise and saw a hooded figure walking up to the girl's house. For him this was the perfect opprotunity to gain her trust. Finally without making a sound he tackled the guy and saw that he was carrying a gun in his hand.
"What the hell are you doing!?" Zack asked the hooded figure.
The two of them were fighting in front of the girl's house, the was clasped tightly in the hooded man's hands. He said nothing to Zack as he tried to wrestle free of his grasp, but Zack held onto the man like a constrictor.
 
She froze and set her cat on the ground, hearing something outside her front door that sounded like a thud and a voice. Curious as to what was happened, she cautiously went to her front door, grabbing her pepper spray that she kept hidden and opened the door.
 
"Go back inside!" Zack yelled at the girl.
The guy with gun fired, shooting Zack in the shoulder. He grimaced and took the gun from the hooded man and punched him unconscious. After that, he called the cops and they returned taking the guy in and seeing Zack's shoulder, they asked if he needed an ambulance. Zack kindly declined wishing the officers a good evening.
 
"Wait!" She shouted at Zack, going over to him. "I...uh...want to thank you." She said, not knowing him because of his knew skin. She was scared, having nearly two near deaths in one night. Why would someone want to kill her? She wondered.
 
"Don't mention it." Zack grunted.

That chick was more trouble than she was worth. He hobbled back to his home and went inside. He was tired and needed a well deserved rest. Zack slumped on his bed and quickly fell asleep. He was more than tired. He was exhausted. He was glad to have helped the girl. She might have actually been murdered tonight and not by him. To be honest that hooded man appeared to be up to no good. Probably wanted to rape her for all Zack knew.
 
She went to bed after he second dose of excitment, taking her cat with her and shutting her bed room door and crawling under the bed covers after changing into her pajams, though she doubted she would sleep much, but she did, and she was out like a light as soon as her head hit the soft pillow.
 
The sun was not welcoming to Zack and when he got up, it stung his eyes. He had nothing planned for today and he would probably just stroll about. He took a raw steak out of the fridge and stuffed it down his throat. That would at least hold him over for a few hours. Then Zack would definitly have to eat again. He took a shower and let the warm water hit his skin. It felt nice and the hole in shoulder from the bullet was still there and it stung ever so slightly. After finishing his shower he prepared for his day and walked out the door.
 
(OOC: I'm kind of stuck on what to write. What should happen next? Maybe the hooded guy breaks into her house again or something and he has to save her again and she offeres him out to dinner and their relationship starts?)
 
(OOC: Well how about to breakfast because it's morning. I'm cool with that though.)
 
(OOC: Okay. :))

She had just finished breakfast when she heard a knock at her door. She hesitated, but then slowly went to the door. She started opening it and it was forced open by the same man who had tried attacking her last night. He closed the door and locked it, pulling out a gun. She started to scream but he aimed it at her, though he didn't shoot. "Upstairs." He growled, cocking the hammer back. "Scream, and you die."
 
Zack looked and saw that was the guy from before. He cursed under his breath before grabbing the guy by the mouth and putting a knife to his throat.
"Leave right now, or you will die right here." Zack whispered just low enough so only the man would hear.
Using a move from judo class he kicked the man's gun out of his hands and then put a knife to the man's throat. He didn't want to get his hands dirty, but he was seriously sick of this guy. And from the looks of it, Zack knew him from somewhere other than here. He tried to remember. Was it the bar? The coffee shop? No, the science lab! This man was much like Zack only less perfect. This man's genetic mutation had went all wrong and now he was out on killing sprees trying to rape women and feed himself.
 
She remained rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do as she watched the two men. The man that had tried to shoot her struggled in Zack's grip, stomping on Zack's foot and then punching him in the gut, trying to get the knife from his throat.
 
Zack almost laughed. This guy really thought that Zack was that fragile. It was going to take more than that for Zack to even flinch. He pressed the knife into the guys skin, breaking it and causing it to bleed. Zack was hard to hurt because of his DNA mutation.
"I'm serious..." He whispered, "You will die right here. And no one will feel sorry for you."
He pressed the blade up against his neck even more, just daring the person to move yet again.
 
"Fine. I'll go." He growled, and waited for Zack to release him.

She paled a bit at the site of blood and forced herself to look away, her hands trembling slightly from her fear.
 
Zack round house kicked the man and then drug him outside in a dark alley. Where Zack initially kicked the crap out of the man with his bare hands. For some reason, that guy had officially pissed him off. He walked back up to the girl and bowed before yet again preparing for this morning's activities. Though it wasn't like he had any official plans. He just really liked to take strolls in the city and site see. He also loved watching people in their cars. They did some of the oddest things whilst drunk or in a hurry. He smiled just thinking about it.
 
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